The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

He also demoted Lucas from a consigliere as well, and the judgment all ended. “I will also have to announce to you all that my slave is back to me—but won't be a slave any longer….” Don Dante remarked. Biance almost spat out, but she held herself. “She will now be a second-rank consort while Bianca will be a first rank consort. Whoever conceives an heir to the throne first will be crowned Luna.” he added, taking a glance at Lena.

EVELARA The chamber fell into a dead silence. The words “As my consort” echoed in my mind like thunder shattering my senses into pieces. For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. I stood there, frozen, the world narrowing to the cold glint in Lucien Virek’s eyes — the Lycan King who had just publicly claimed me in front of his guards, and his brother. Consort… Did he just—say that? Which era are we living in!?

Enchantia boasted herself while patting her average chest. Nevaeh laughed after hearing her daughter. She was totally a jokester; she was happy to hear the confidence in her voice. Enchantia never worried her about anything. If there was nothing at home, she will never cry about it. She had that overload confidence in her which lessened their worry. “Yes, my baby is the best. If he ever troubles you then leave him, my daughter can still become a royal consort.” “Yes, yes, now you get me. You don’t have to worry about anything mom, I will make him eat in the palm of my hands. He will be a slave to my love, so don’t worry and prepare to receive your rich son in law.”

TWO WEEKS LATER. IT WAS already dusk, and Vaelora wasn't sure Chief Wofah's daughter was still going to show up. The third consort candidate had just left the royal House the day before. "Luna." Danika's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "It's time for dinner, my Queen." "Oh...." Vaelora whispered, realizing it was actually late. This meant that Lady Helena Wofah wouldn't show up again today. "I'll be down shortly. Please tell the maid and sentinels assigned to the consort candidate's room, to retire for the night. I don't think our fourth candidate is showing up anymore."

Evidently, I had been the only one out of the loop in the entire mansion. Thinking of the tragic deaths I suffered in my previous two timelines, my gaze grew colder. “Naturally. His Majesty has already bestowed upon me the title of consort to the Crown Prince. The wedding is to take place shortly. “General Murray, I’m afraid I cannot continue playing along with this charade any longer.” Rio narrowed his eyes. His expression darkened. “Reverie Savoy, you are nothing but a spy. His Majesty would only sentence you to death! “If you reconsider your choice now, I might still spare your life!”

“We only received word this morning that the order had been issued on short notice.” Once again, I silently thanked her for stepping in, for helping to anchor my place in this conversation before it turned dangerous. The Queen simply stared at me flatly. “I expect your manners within these walls.” I bowed respectfully. “I understand, Your Majesty.” Queen Nerissa stood as the King’s consort. They had a daughter surely born from love. While I was nothing but the ashes scattered by the flames of their power. Small footsteps echoed behind me. Then, unexpectedly, an arrow slammed into one of the pillars above my head, just an inch over.

someone shouted. The words rippled outward until they became a chant: “AETERNUM! STAR! AETERNUM! STAR!” Mies lifted a small, gleaming crown — crafted from Aeternum alloy, light as air, strong as steel. With deliberate grace, he placed it upon Queen Emilia’s head. “From this day forth,” he declared, his voice carried by hidden amplifiers across the city, “Emilia Clarke Holstein shall be known as The Star Consort of Aeternum — symbol of unity, and of peace’s triumph over war.”

He was about to open his mouth to speak but suddenly the queen speaks before him. "Because you won the war, I should give you a reward as well, Prince Reikel," said Queen Aura with a smile. "As a reward, I am giving you Minister Satua's eldest daughter, Lady Denria, to be your consort. I am removing Assi from being your consort because until now you have not been wedded." "Why don't you just make Lasy Denria his third wife? Don't remove Assi as Reikel's consort," the king commented on what the queen said.

He noticed me do so and said, "Hey, Gemma Brooks, I'm sorry about earlier." I offered a brief smile. "It's alright." "Maybe we can talk after dinner?" I opened my mouth to naively agree, but Raisa said sweetly, "We would love to." Rian observed her, and I did not like the spark of interest in his gaze, there and gone in an instant, and I already knew would Raisa notice it too. "What a way to introduce yourself…?" "Raisa Marigold, former consort of Connor Herrick."

"Yes, Miranda. Your grandparents kept you hidden all these years to protect you. But now, as the Sole Consortium Heir, you are needed to take over. It's time for you to step up and lead." I gasped, my mind reeling. This was all too much to take in. "But... but how do I know I can trust you?" I demanded, eyeing him warily. He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I understand your skepticism. But you have to believe me, Miranda. Your life is in danger, and the fate of the Consortium hangs in the balance. Will you step up and take your rightful place as leader?" I hesitated, my mind racing. Could I really do this? Could I lead the Consortium and keep myself safe from those who wanted m